Although he still didn't know exactly what level he was at.
But a Zoan user named Ibuki?
It was said that before coming here, he had looted several villages and towns along the way, along with a number of merchant ships that had passed at sea.
He was currently selling the goods he'd stolen on the island, exchanging them for money to prepare for the Devil Fruit auction.
"Truly a pirate! He's staying true to his profession. In that case..."
"He must have at least a hundred million Beli aboard his ship, right?"
As far as Merlin knew, among the factions that had arrived, only the Don Quixote Family had the power to cause trouble on this island.
But they were supposedly one of the forces pulling the strings behind the scenes here, too.
They probably wouldn't break the rules.
As for Williams, he was the only son of Laked, whom Merlin was "familiar" with.
Although Merlin didn't feel that he needed to avenge Flevance, it was still true that he'd once fled like a dog while those soldiers chased him.
But Merlin had now completely adapted to this world, to this era...
Like a beast that had already tasted blood.
In this world, there's only one kind of person I can't kill: my own people.
Everyone else is fair game.
That was Merlin's bottom line.
Even though some of his old moral principles still held him back,
Merlin now had a set of rules of his own.
He killed selectively.
The world was like a vast, dark forest, and for the "beasts" living in it, killing was necessary if they wanted to live longer and better.
Killing was simply a way to seize resources.
It was how they grew stronger.
Ultimately, Flevance had fallen because it was weak.
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